Date Night of Doom...

By PaisleyJade - Monday, September 02, 2013

My dearest husband has resurrected his old blog www.symondrake.com. In the midst of his resurrection process, he is rewriting some of his earlier material, and removing some of the older posts. This is one of the posts that didn't quite make the cut for the new spot, so I've decided to repost it here for nostalgia's sake.

May I just say that those days with young ones were crazy, but looking back they go by so fast! I don't think I'm going to take watching a movie all the way through for granted ever again.

Date Night of Doom, by Symon Drake (2008)

On Monday night PaisleyJade (wife) and myself had a date night. All four kids were fast asleep, so we moved the sofa closer to the TV, turned out the lights and snuggled up to watch ‘August Rush’ (movie recommended by a good friend)…

The DVD case said the movie ran for almost 2 hours… It lied. The following events of our ‘date night’ will show you how easily a 2 hour movie can transform into a three hour dilemma.

1. We hit the ‘Play’ button… so far so good.

2. About 30 minutes into the movie we hear a big bang, followed by unearthly wailing coming from the girls room. Our 4 year old had fallen out of bed onto her head. After about 15 minutes of mum comforting her, she finally settles down and falls back to sleep.

3. Back to watching the movie.

4. We hear a scuffling noise coming from behind the sofa, and discover our stealth sleep-walking 7 year old son in laa-laa land walking in circles, in the dark. This is usually a sure sign that I have exactly seven seconds to get him to the toilet or else…

5. Whew, made it. Tuck son into bed, back to watching the movie.

6. Crying erupts from the girls room. No, no one has fallen out of bed this time… it’s much worse. Our almost 2 year old has just vomited all over herself, her hair and her bed. Good times.

7. PaisleyJade changes the bed and washes the sheets while I give our darling daughter a bath and wash half-digested tomatoes (among other unrecognisable and reeking food items) from her hair… without complaining I might add. (Did I mention I am super dad?)